My six-year-old looks over the banister and begs, “Will you come and cuddle with me?”
I am torn.
I have learned not to encourage the after-lights-out attention. Can you imagine if I actually entertained every, “I can’t sleep,” or “I’m thirsty,” or “My belly aches,” that they threw at me? I could be putting them all to bed until they get accepted to college.
But also, I can’t help but think, When is the last time she’ll ask me to cuddle with her? She’s getting so big. Everything has slipped by, and she is my youngest. So fast, so fast.Read More